Page 156 of There's No Us Without You
Will frowns, pausing on his way into the kitchen. “Everything okay?”
I nod. “Dandy.”
Dandy? Jesus.
A small smirk crosses his lips, and he holds up the bag. “Got all the ingredients for dinner.” He nods towards the kitchen. “Come on, help me unpack. I have something to talk to you about.”
That doesn’t sound good. When someone says they need to talk to you about something, it’s usually because they’re breaking up with you—at least in my experience, it is.
It’s not you, it’s me.
What if my admission the other night has ruined everything? I pretty much asked them to play out my fantasy of being forced to have sex.
If I even so much as suggested we try something different with Kent, he’d look at me like I’d grown two heads and then proceed to have sex with me missionary style. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, per se, but when that’s all you ever get, it’s pretty boring.
But nothing about these boys is boring. The orgasms I’ve had so far have been nothing short of earth shattering, and the connection between us is something out of this world.
So why am I so petrified my fantasy is going to be the deal breaker?
My feet move all on their own, and when I come up next to Will, he’s pulling out a tray of chicken thigh fillets, fresh lemons, butter, and some fresh thyme. I had texted him earlier with the ingredients I needed to make lemon-butter chicken for dinner tonight.
“Thank you,” I say, nudging his side when I grab the chicken to put in the fridge.
Will lifts a shoulder, then hands me the fresh herbs. “It’s nothing. We all have to share the responsibility, Eden.”
I pull a glass from the overhead cabinet and fill it with water before placing the fresh thyme into it and sitting it on the windowsill.
Will comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” His body heat warms my back through my thin cotton T-shirt, and I shiveragainst his chest when he nudges his nose up the side of my neck.
“No,” I say, grinning. “You haven’t.”
I’m spun around by strong hands gripping my hips. “Well, this is me telling you.”
Fisting the front of his shirt, I slam my mouth against his, making him groan and shove me against the kitchen bench. With one hand around my throat, Will uses the other to tug my head back by my hair, his mouth moving from my lips to my jaw, down my neck and back up again.
The pain in my lower back only makes me want this more, and I’m about ready to rip my clothes off and give myself to Will right here in the kitchen.
I want him inside me, all over me. Everywhere.
I’m attempting to pull Will’s shirt over his head when he grabs hold of my waist and pushes away. Sucking in a deep breath, he runs a hand through his hair.
I frown as I reach for him again. “Will? What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head. “I haven’t been completely honest with you,” he says.
I wrap my arms around my waist. “What... what does that mean?”
This is it, isn’t it? He’s going to tell me he doesn’t want me after all and that whatever we’re doing—me, himandEmerson—is wrong.
Except to me, it doesn’t feel wrong. It’s so fucking right, I’d bet my life on it.
Will’s eyes soften. “Get out of your head, Eden. It’s nothing to do with you. It’s just... I haven’t done the relationship thing in... years. And even that was a stretch.” Cupping my face, he stares at my lips. “I have certain needs.”
“Okay . . .”
I get that he’s bossy, and Emerson always says he’s into kinky things, but I’m yet to see anything other than his need to control every situation.
“Do you remember when you asked us to play out your fantasy?” He raises his eyebrows.
